People used to come to Charleston to ogle the pastel mansions with the pretty side porches. Now they come for the food—upstart chefs from the Big City among them. Each palm-tree-lined street seems to hold a meal better than the last, from soul food to refined Southern, cozy French to raucous pan-Asian, the best beer temple and the greatest dive bar. And everywhere, fried chicken.
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